So I went hiking and walked twelve miles.
Because I like hiking.
I came home and drank some tea while I iced my knee on the couch.
Because it was swollen and aching.
The Sun warmed my face through the blinds and I fell asleep.
Because it was just so comforting.
Later, I steamed myself, sitting criss-cross under the shower.
Because it is a wonderful feeling.
And at that moment I felt lonesome, craving some company.
I wondered if Hermits ever felt lonely.
Maybe in their seclusion they discover God's love
But if God had meant us to live like Hermits
Nothing would ever get done.
Wouldn't it be nice, I think, to have someone close by.
Someone to whom I could say "Hey! Did you see that bird? Did you see it fly?"
Wouldn't it be nice to have someone step out of my shower,
Wrapped in a towel, affectionate eyes, warm and wet and smelling of my shower gel.
Wouldn't it be nice if she walked up to me and gave my hand a squeeze.
"Hey." She would smile "I'm famished. Do you fancy a bit of cheese?"
February 25th, 2012
Atlanta
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